I just buried a friend
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He had come to the end
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But I can't help feeling that it needn't have been
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Caught in the flak
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There was no turning back
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So he gave up his life for some psychopath's dream
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So we're leaving the front
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Having taken the brunt
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Now we're tired of the slaughter in some foreign land
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So the leaders of the war
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They fight alone on the shore
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Our mutiny over they are left on the sand
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We stand as one
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We are an army now of many thousand strong
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They stand alone
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To fight for ravaged land to gain their worthless throne
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[Chorus:]
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The boys are coming home
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[Voiceover:]
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I see within my mind
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A vast and lonely plain
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Great armies meet in no man's land
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To clench their hands in friendship
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For the first time
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The dark tide is ebbing
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A mass of tired humanity drifting toward the dawn
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We are coming home
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Coming Home
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| Amebix |
